In contrast, no amount of unabashed devilry can stop Bastien from looking a little angelic. He answers Barrow's narrowing eyes with smile and an upward twitch of his eyebrows, together meaning I'm not afraid of you, you should be afraid of me, but there's still a warmth in his eyes that's let many a city guard let him walk away from crime scenes because he couldn't have possibly —

"They were having some trouble with a lock," he agrees.

They're very helpful. And gentlemen, too! Bastien pulls out Byerly's chair for him — it's his day to be gallant — and contemplates the empty space left behind by the one-player game Barrow has already swept away.

"What are we playing?"